200 Years Ago Today...
Don’t call the blogging police. You have not been invaded by some stranger wandering into SEx. Though you may not know my name now, I’m hoping time and a proper introduction will change that.
My name is Vivien Dean, and I’m brand spanking new to Liquid Silver Books. My novel, “Under a Rogue Moon,” is on the Coming Soon list for LSB, but I’m still in the editing stage, which means I have no idea beyond vague notions of “this spring” when it’s coming out. :) However, I didn’t want to continue lurking in the background, so when an opening came up to blog, I jumped up and volunteered.…
OK, it was more of a little hop, but you get the idea. It’s time for me to stop sitting in the dugout, and step up to the plate. :)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Probably one of the most famous lines of love poetry ever written. Who hasn’t heard of it? It’s riffed in every modern medium possible, from Roger Rabbit writing love letters to his wife Jessica, to Queen Latifah introducing it to a new generation of young people through her music. It’s simple and evocative, creating images of the most romantic lovers ever.
But Elizabeth Barrett Browning was not your typical heroine. The oldest of 12 children, she had poor health from her mid-teens onwards and became an invalid and a recluse by the time she was in her twenties. She was fiercely intelligent, but was forced to redirect all her passions into her poetry by a father who discouraged any type of romantic involvements for his children. She turned inward, hid away from the world. And she wrote.
It was her book, “Poems,” published when she was 36 and still unmarried, that brought the world to her doorstep. 31 year-old Robert Browning read it, fell in love with it, and wrote at length to
However, true love prevailed. Two years later, Browning convinced
Doesn’t it sound like a story that could still be popular today? Gifted older artist gains younger admirer through her work. Or better yet, a lonely, plain woman is taught by the man who adores her that beauty lies within the soul, not in the perceptions of physical beauty in the world around them. Either way, it proves one thing. Stories such as Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s are timeless. They reach into our hearts now, and without a doubt, they will touch the hearts of our great-grandchildren.
Because you can’t deny the force of love.
I’ll admit,
So in the spirit of real life romance, I want to know what real life love stories have touched your heart. What figures from history make you smile and sigh, or wish you could have a similar experience?
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Welcome!! Great post!
A real life love story that has touched my heart is that of my parents. They met as children one year in elementary school. Then my dad's family moved away and he changed schools. Years later, when they were teenagers, they attended different schools, yet they happened to meet again one day at a ball field I believe. They had not seen each other since that year in elementary school. They began dating, got married right out of high school and have been married 33 years this April. This story touches me (not just because they are my parents), but because it almost seems like fate. They were separated yet somehow found their way back to each other and fell in love.
Figures from history that make me smile and sigh, or wish I could have a similar experience include:
The Brownings
and
Queen Victoria and Prince Albert
Welcome Vivien! :) I'm another newbie here at LS but I've been made to feel welcome from the very first.
I've always loved that tale of the Brownings, and it's so poignant that they found each other.
The real-life story which always hits me in the heart is that of my Irish great-great-grandparents on my mom's side. She was a Protestant from Ulster, he was a Catholic from what would later become the Republic. They met and fell in love, but such were the times, had either family found them together they would've been killed. They defied convention and eloped to England, and began a new life together. The rest is my family history :)
I studied Elizabeth's work in English Comp last spring, and I must admit it is sad that 90% of my class thought it was written by a man, as if most of the men we know could have coined such a heartfelt phrase. ok.. so I'm not a big fan of men, I haven't found Mr. Right. but I'm sure he's out there somewhere, wondering where I am.
love that touches my heart, My mothers adoptive parents were married for 52 years, despite personality clashes (and boy were they clashing), the inability to have children, and their adoptive childrens respective issues with drugs, alcohol, and depression. They stood by each other, even though at times you'd swear they hated each other. Grams used to say Marriage is a partnership of give and take, you have to take the bad with the good, and give it all your heart. When granddad died suddenly of a stomach anuerizm (ok so I can't spell that word.) Gram told me it was all wrong, she was supposed to go first, I knew then she wouldn't last the year, and I was right, although they say it was cancer that killed her I believe with all of my heart it was a broken heart and the inability to go on without granddad. They faught as fiercely as they loved, and they taught me to fight for love.
That is what I want in this life, a husband who wants a partnership and a wife who isn't an ornament on his arm.
As for figures from history.. Grace Kelly and Prince Ranier will always have the ability to steal my breath away, they had found that something special. I see so many couples say I do, and even faster say I don't again. What ever happened to love, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, where is that now?
Angel
A woman married her long-time sweetheart who is terminally ill (and in fact died a few days after their wedding) so that he could have that one wish fulfilled.
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